Cinnamon Roll

The snow seems to radiate an oven-esque warmth as you approach, and you smell the soul-warming aura of her perfectly golden fur before you see her.

Cinnamon Roll grins at you and you can't help but be enveloped by the radiating sense of love her sparkling smile gives. 

As she approaches though, she stops short and curls her tail over her glossy root-colored claws. 

"What brings you to my family traveller?" She asks, an undertone of warning in her voice.

Subliminally, you get the sense that her warmth can turn colder than the icicles overhead with one wrong move. She is a protector; And though she is a lover, she will fight too, for what she loves. 

bowing, you turn to leave. This magnificent creature deserves the respect of all, for she has found that perfect balance in her pack. the balance of a family. 

As you glace behind you, Cinnamon Roll continues to observe you as you leave. She still sits in the heavenly golden glow the rising sun casts from behind. Nodding, she bodes you farewell.

-Cleaver